Over two months have passed by since my last blog post. That’s quite a long time! I took a small hiatus to deal with a few housekeeping items, and make a few changes to my lifestyle. I haven’t broadcasted to many, but I am no longer working as a government employee. You could say, I was a little forced into leaving.

No one fired me or anything; it’s just that when working overseas as a federal employee, you are subjected to a five-year “rule.” What this means is, after five years of employment abroad, you must return to the United States to allow others a chance to work and live in other countries. I’ve worked here for over six years as a civilian so, my time was up. It was initially suggested that I return to the states even though my husband is working here. Some people do this, and I’m not knocking them, but that was just not an option for me.

I could have fought to stay in my job because per my situation, the Department of Defense regulation states that I am exempt. However, I came to the conclusion that it was time to let go. For one, my daily commute was exhausting. Even though I’ve found ways to make the drive tolerable, my job started to become mentally draining. There were days I thought about smoking a cigarette (I don’t smoke) after work to alleviate stress. Talk about unhealthy thinking! The bottom line is, a change was needed, and I wasn’t going to fight it.

Is It Time?

I began to experience frequent migraines, mood swings and was quickly annoyed at simple questions. Many mornings, I would sit in the car for 30 minutes before going inside the building because I needed to brace myself for whoever was looking for me for who knows what. Smiling started to become a forced action, and I felt as though there was nothing else for me to learn in that position. There was no real promotion or advancement opportunities–just the same things over and over again. So when I
was notified that my time in that organization had come to an end, I thought of it as a way out. My husband had always been supportive of me resigning anyway so why didn’t I leave on my own? I had become too comfortable in my misery.

How Will I Help Out?

While no job is guaranteed, anyone who works a set amount of hours to receive a paycheck at the same time each month gets used to the “security” of knowing that money is on the way! And let’s face it, we all have expenses of some sort. We all need to eat and want to be able to afford luxuries such as quality toilet paper. So, at the thought of my direct deposit disappearing and living primarily off of one income, I was a little concerned. My husband works, but I’m a contributor by nature. I’ve prided myself on knowing that I had an integral part in bringing money into our home as well. So now what?

And Then, Things Just Started to Work.  I Experienced:

  • Immediate stress relief. I felt light as a feather, free as a bird, loose as boobies with no bra…you get the picture. I felt amazing. No fighting traffic and no more overworking and being underpaid.
  • No more frequent migraines. I still get headaches now and then, but nothing like the migraines I used to have.
  • More time to do what makes me happy. Between this blog and my other two side businesses, I feel a sense of purpose. That is one of the best feelings in the world. My home runs smoother. I’m able to cook more instead of eating out. I’m free to spend more time with my husband. Dusting gets accomplished more regularly, and my puppies are happy to have me here during the day.
  • As for the paychecks I was worried about losing? As it turns out, we are saving more money. There is truth in it’s not about how much money you make, but what you do with the money you have that counts. I’m not paying for gas twice a week and have I have time to find deals on groceries and other items.
  • Last but not least, from the first week I stopped working, paid opportunities have been popping up randomly. These are opportunities that I would have had to pass up if I was still working my 9-5 job.

I’m content with the way things are going right now, but I’m also even more determined to make more significant strides in my endeavors. That five-year rule is one of the best things that could have ever happened. Will I enter the workforce again? I plan to, but it all determines on what is laid out before me.

 

 

 

 

 

Talk to me. Have you found yourself in a similar situation? If you are currently there, what’s holding you back from making a change?